Shizu stared at Madara like a fish that had been left on land. Her eyes were fixed on his own, not moving, and she kept opening her mouth as if she wanted to say something only to end up closing them as she was obviously rendered speechless.

Perhaps that was too head-on?

"Let me try again." He cleared his voice, taking a moment to sort out the words inside his head before speaking. "Are you open for an intercourse with me?" He asked formally, crossing his arms over his chest.

Shizu blinked a few times, turning her head to the side to look at the blank wall as if she wanted to ask it for help. Yet, she gave him no answer – and neither did the wall.

Madara sighed, going to fix the situation once more. "Just give me your answer whatever it is. As a female you have the advantage of either accepting or refusing a male's courting."

"You think I'm stupid? And are you seriously referring to this as courting?!" She raised her voice, frowning her face as she bored holes into Madara.

"What am I doing right now if not courting you when I am clearly inviting you for sex?!"

"Have you ever courted anyone before?! Do you people just come up to each other when you feel like it and ask for intercourse?" She proceeded to scold him and just like that he had lost all hope of having her at least once before he leaves forever.

"Of course I have!" Madara talked back, slightly offended for her questioning of his romantic stunts. He had always been popular with women! "I just… never knew a woman for this long before courting her." Wasn't it late now for him to try seducing her when they already knew each other for so long?

At that she just laughed softly and shook her head. "I'll go get some wine. Do you want some?" She asked, heading towards the kitchen.

"I don't," He scoffed now that she was out of sight. "And you could have simply said no, why drag it out like this." He complained, leaning back into the recliner of the couch. At least she wasn't the one to be awkward about these things, it made everything so much easier.

"When did I ever say no?" Shizu peaked her head from behind the corner, soon coming out completely with a bottle and two wine glasses in her hands. "I just need some boost. Just like you never had a woman whom you knew well, I never slept with someone completely sober." She gave a wide smile, plopping down next to him on the couch.

"I said I don't want to drink." Madara defended, but she filled up both glasses regardless.

"It's not fair that I drink and you don't, be a gentleman." She insisted, taking her glass and drinking all the wine from it at once. He obeyed, taking his time to frown at his reflection in the liquid before drinking up as well.

"Drink one more and you'll get a kiss." She winked at him in attempt to look cute, pouring more wine. He frowned at her cheap way of getting him to booze with her, but he gave in once again.

Well, the air so far was strange indeed and would obviously get worse, but he's far from unhappy. Shizu filled up another glass and he drank up – the wine wasn't half bad.

He watched her take a long chug from the bottle, silently wondering how the hell he had come to be attracted to this person. Okay, she looked fine, but there were so many more terms that had to be met in order for him to acknowledge a woman as desirable. Objectively looked, Shizu could not even get a passing grade. Subjectively looked, the tiny stream of wine that was sliding down her chin like she was an old drunkard really turned him on.

He blinked a few times in confusion as she stood up rashly, swaying a little like she was struggling to achieve balance and stay on her feet.

"I think I'm good."

She turned to him and – ignoring his astonishment – slowly straddled his lap, wiggling her hips until she was comfortable.

"So… now?" As soon as those words left his mouth Madara internally cursed himself and all gods he knew. What are you, fifteen years old? He remembered what Shizu asked him not so long ago, now wondering about it himself.

"Sorry, should I buy you a dinner first?"

"What?"

She face-palmed. "Sarcasm, Madara. Sarcasm."

He would have complained for her talking down to him – he knew sarcasm and he was good at using it too – but she kissed him before he managed to. Wasting no time on thinking any more of it, Madara wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body even closer to his own.

Shizu didn't bother with subtlety, her kisses were sloppy and wet and tasted like sweet wine. Evidently, she liked making sounds, she would gasp for air or moan while their lips were still pressed together; their tongues making contact every once in a while which made Madara's skin cower.

He sighed in pleasure as she moved her hips forward and put pressure on his crotch. Deepening the kiss, he slid his hands over her back and sides, silently enjoying how petite she was against him.

She pulled away.

"Get rid of this." She ordered breathlessly, helping him pull up his t-shirt. Once the cloth was off she threw it somewhere behind her, returning to kiss him again.

In between Shizu's smooching of every part of his upper body and their hips dancing dangerously close, in the mess of entangled limbs on the small couch, Madara had managed to unbutton her pajama top. Not all of it, but enough.

His fingers intertwined with her hair and he pulled on it – gently – but still making her follow his lead. Once his lips made contact with the newly exposed hot skin of her collarbone, he accidentally tugged harder. Fortunately, as an answer to that he got an excited gasp, followed by a small motion of her hips in acceptance.

His free hand traveled up Shizu's arm, leaving a path of goosebumps behind it until it finally reached its destination. He let his fingers engulf her covered breast, softly massaging it, soon feeling her hardened nipple touch his palm through the clothes.

As Shizu leaned back, curving in pleasure, he let go of her hair, having found a more urgent job for that hand. He straightened back, eager to see everything, as he went to unbutton the rest of the buttons on her top.

They obeyed so easily, as the cloth itself yearned to be removed. Very soon, he unbuttoned the last one and then…

The bell rang.

It seemed like it took both of them a few moments to cool down and see what was happening.

"Ah, why now?" Shizu moaned in protest, unwillingly getting up from her place on Madara's lap that he had gladly reserved for her.

She buttoned up the top just a little as she walked towards the entrance door. Lifting herself on her toes, she looked through the hole, then backed away from it – evidently in panic.

"What is it?" Madara stood up, frowning in slight worry.

"My mother! Get dressed, quickly!" She ordered, rushing to straighten herself up and throwing his forlorn t-shirt back at him on the way.

He slid it back on unwillingly.

The reservation was canceled.